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The
poet’s way The
clock chimes, Throwing
seconds into, The
ocean of time. While
I sit with pen in hand, Pondering
over words that rhyme. Thoughts
come and go, Yet
apposite words refuse to flow. I
delve deep, deep and deeper, Into
the abyss of my mind, To
cull words that I strive to find Wordworth,Longfellow,Keats
and the rest , Have
before me put themselves to test, In
giving off their best Perhaps
by worshiping the Muse In
nature’s vision their creativity use At
last the sun has sunk beneath the russet sky, Tapping
the poet concealed in me As
fleet-footed time flies by
Anik Biswas
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